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Let that Pony Run


Ok, So I have one kiddo getting a cold, and one with an attitude problem. Perfectly normal day! I haven't been on here in a while, but I watched Jullie and Julia with my hubby last night, so I figured why not kill some time.
It is raining and cold here in the bay area and it is GLOOMY! It gets dark so early here. Probably no earlier than anywhere else, but I am just in one of those moods where I gotta find something wrong with it! Why? Who knows! It's the cramps I guess....yep, I got them again, and nothing stronger than Midol in sight! GRRRRRR! What I would not give for a good ol Darvacet! Sometimes being a woman sucks....but then I think about it, and men can NOT be Princesses, so I will just deal with this shit and get it over with.
So I am falling asleep the other night and the sweetest thing happens. "Good night, Princess." I hear. Ain't that sweet, y'all?! I told ya he was a keeper :)
That makes a girl feel all warm and yummy inside, you know?
Well it is almost Christmas, and I have not bought the first damn thing. No tree, no lights up, nothing. I just don't have the spirit this year. Usually I just can't wait, but this year, I dunno, I'm not feeling it. It's not so much a grinchy feeling, just.....blah. Got to get over that or the kids are gonna be PISSED!
We FINALLY found the Super Walmart! Yay me! And the Famous Daves BBQ. If you have never been there, you need to go. You will eat too much, it's OK! Great food, people, and it is OK to lick the sauce off your fingers.

Hmmm.....what is my little rant this time........?
Ok, Got it.
It's funny that I always said I would never own a Ford Mustang. Sure, I always lusted after them from a far, kind of like a girl crush I would'nt ever tell any one about. I flat out said it was like gay sex. I wasn't about to try it, for fear that i might like it and start some lesbian affair that I couldn't end.

Instead I always played it safe....drove GM stuff. Stuff that I considered ballsy, like me. Camaros mostly, Trans Am's..I Loved those. Then stuff that was not so Ballsy. I had a nice lil Grand Prix once, a mini van, a big SUV...played it real safe with a Crown Vic. Blech! I REALLY hated that one.

So we get to California, and of course we did not drag a Crown Vic that I didn't even like all the way across the damned country. I borrowed my mother in laws Suburban for a couple of weeks...and it's nice, but people out here can't drive! And there I was driving around a strange town, trying to find my way around in a tank! It was time to get a car!

After days of searching, a quite a few hoaxes on the LIST, We found this little red convertable online. The problem with it? It was NOT a Camaro. It was NOT a Trans Am...which I classify as dudes, and sexy as hell... I was having a girl crush.
So my husband called about it for me, and we set up this meeting in a parking lot of the ethnic grocery store....real clandestine like.....this foreign dude drives up with this real sexy red head and my jaw dropped. My palms were sweaty! I wanted to run my hands over her curves, feel her rumble under my butt....
This was a Sunday, and under the circumstances, I had to really think this thing over...was I ready to switch teams?
Hell yeah! We made the deal in the same parking lot, it was dark, talk about kinky! I counted out the cash to the pimp and now.....I am enbroiled in a love affair with a curvey, topless redhead. And I just don't know what to do! Is it wrong? Should I feel guilty? It's almost like cheating! But I can't feel bad...When the sun is shining and it's warm enough, I can put the top down, turn the radio up and go! If Lovin Her is Wrong, I dont wanna be right! LOL

Life is like a bad country song, people! Live it!!

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